Take a look at my body

Look at my hands

There's so much here that I don't understand

Your face say these promises

Whispered like prayers

I don't need them

Because I've been treated so wrong

I've been treated so long

As if I'm becoming untouchable

Well, content loves the silence

It thrives in the dark

With fine winding tendrils

That strangle the heart

They say that promises sweeten the blow

But I don't need them, no

I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong

I've been treated so long

As if I'm becoming untouchable

I'm the slow dying flower

In the frost killing hour

Sweet turning sour anduntouchable

Oh, I need the darkness

The sweetness

The sadness

The weakness

Oh, I need this

I need a lullaby

A kiss good night

Angel sweet love of my life

Oh, I need this

I'm the slow dying flower

In the frost killing hour

Sweet turning sour anduntouchable

Do you remember the way that you touched me before

All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored

Your face saying promised whispered like prayers

I don't need them

Oh, I need the darkness

The sweetness

The sadness

The weakness

Oh, I need this

I need a lullaby

A kiss good night

Angel sweet love of my life

Oh, I need this

Well is it dark enough

Can you see me

Do you want me

Can you reach me

Oh, I'm leaving

You better shut your mouth

And hold your breath

And kiss me now

And catch your death

Oh, I mean this

Oh, I mean this